Come into my world And you’ll find me Chasing my demons Fighting my shadows, You’ll see the soul That is just a memory Of what it used to be. You’ll see the eyes That lie like no other Of a truth that shivers With past reverberations, You’ll see a heart Martyred a long time ago…
Tag: poetry
Brewtiful mornings
I open my eyes to the scent of filter coffee, To the narrow beam of sunshine peeping through the window; Anything for these lazy mornings where I can just lay in bed and be Not a mommy, not anybody but a buoyant soul in silent, graceful limbo. Stretching like a cat, groaning and rustling in…
Moms aren't Gentlemen 